The Republic of Flame Trooper 17 is a massive, orderly nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, avant-garde cinema, and prohibition of alcohol. The cynical, devout population of 1.368 billion Flame Trooper 17ians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 43.1%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Flame Trooper 17ian economy, worth 66.5 trillion Credits a year, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Cheese Exports, and Basket Weaving. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 48,621 Credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Families are left homeless as entire suburbs are bulldozed on the whim of tribal chiefs, nocturnal light pollution is mostly blue, it is illegal to distribute Girl Guide Cookies without an advanced food hygiene diploma, and politicians bribe ten-year-old geniuses to sit their aptitude tests. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Flame Trooper 17's national animal is the Droid, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Flame Trooper 17 is ranked 122,478^th in the world and 1,494^th in eta for Most Eco-Friendly Governments, scoring 613.78 on the Dolphin Recycling Awareness Index.